“I will. I love you, too, Mom.”
After disconnecting the call, Memphis rested his head back against the plush chair and looked out the window at a blur of white. He could hear the wind howling outside and thought it was likely they would need the generators before the sun came up. Ordinarily, the idea of trekking through the ice and snow to stand outside and turn on a generator wouldn’t have sounded at all appealing to him, but he knew he’d be up and out the door in a heartbeat if Olivia needed him.
He couldn’t see her cabin now through the weather, but he knew she was there, likely working on her book, sipping coffee, all snuggled up in front of the fireplace. Wouldn’t it be nice to be curled up nearby in a chair, just watching her write? Or better yet, she could prop a pillow in his lap
